I’m tired of getting the fucking cold shoulder. Comin’ right back at ya, bastard!
He FINALLY gets home from work & grabbing the pizza, and is EXCITEDLY talking with Casey about his new playset, so I’m all like, “Oooh! Look what else we got” and start to tell/show him. “Hold on, let me get in the house and get settled before I go off on somebody.” Oh, I see how it fucking is! Casey is ALL that matters to you! Nevermind your WIFE of SIXTEEN years who you can’t wait to be rid of! He didn’t care that he still had on his uniform and backpack when it came to talking to Casey about his new toys, but when *I* try and say a damn word, it’s “stop bombarding me.” He gets his backpack and uniform off, then goes and lays on the floor by Casey and practically starts playing with him, while I sit in here typing furiously. He asked Casey was the playset was called, if he still had the box, where the box was, so he walks past my room, glances over his shoulder at me, keeps walking to the kitchen to grab the box and look at it, walks right past my room again, talks with Casey about the playset, then goes to get in the shower.
HE NEEDS FUCKING THERAPY.
